I like playing tablet computer very much, but my parents always restrict me. I remember it was a summer morning, and once my parents were not at home, I started my "secret operation". I came to the room to open the door, and then hesitated. I still have a lot of homework to finish. Can I come in? It's okay. Nobody is here anyway. Let's play for a while. I don't have much time to play, 20 minutes at most. "So, I opened the door and went in. As soon as I turned on the tablet, I left my homework behind. I played very hard, and the more I played, the more I played. Suddenly, I heard footsteps downstairs, so I immediately turned off the tablet and rushed to the living room. Later, I found no one, so I played again. Later, when I heard the sound of opening the door, I quickly turned off my tablet and ran to the living room to do my homework.
As the saying goes, "If you want to be unknown, you must do it yourself." My mother finally found out that I stole the tablet. When I was in tears, my mother gently said to me, "computer games are fun, but they will damage your eyes." I bowed my head in shame, knowing that tablet will not only damage my eyes, but also kill my will and make me more and more playful.
Tears of growing up are dripping in the years, watering colorful flowers and dotted with my picturesque life scenery. Although this matter has passed, the truth that I can't indulge in online games is engraved in my heart.
Some people say that growth is like a beautiful rose. Although it is bright and dazzling, it also has the pain of being stabbed by roses. Some people say that growth is like a cup of coffee, you can only taste the sweetness after suffering. Some people say that growth is like a boat braving the wind and waves. Only by braving the wind and waves can we see the magnificent landscape.
I remember once at home, I was doing my homework carefully. My mother said to me, "Lolo, I have something to do with your father in the company." We have to go out first and come back very late. You can go to bed after finishing your homework at home. " I replied, "OK, bye."
Mom and dad are gone, so I thought, let's take out the computer and play for a while while they are away. But then I thought, what if my mother finds out? It doesn't matter. I will only play for a while. Anyway, the computer won't get hot and won't be found. I quietly walked into my mother's room, carefully took out my computer and began to play involuntarily. I don't know how many minutes later, I suddenly heard a knock at the door, thinking that mom and dad were back. I quickly put the computer back, ran back to my desk and began to do my homework. Three or four minutes passed, and there seemed to be no movement outside. I thought to myself: It should be Li Nainai upstairs. I went to my mother's room again and continued to play computer. After playing for a long time, I heard a burst of footsteps, so I rushed to my desk to do my homework. I had hardly written a few words when I heard the sound of the key inserted into the keyhole. Sure enough, my parents came back. I pretend to do my homework calmly. Soon, my mother appeared before my eyes. I know I must have been caught. I cried and told the truth. My mother said to me, "forget it this time. It can't be like this in the future." I nodded my head.
After this incident, I understand that cheating in the course of life is contemptible. In the process of growing up, whether happy or sad, don't refuse or avoid it. Then, quietly, we grow up.
Some people say that growth is like a beautiful rose. Although it is bright and dazzling, it also has the pain of being stabbed by roses. Some people say that growth is like a cup of coffee, you can only taste the sweetness after suffering. Some people say that growth is like a boat braving the wind and waves. Only by braving the wind and waves can we see the magnificent landscape.
It was a Wednesday afternoon, and the teacher assigned a test paper and a composition. When I got home, I finished the paper three times, five times and two times, but I forgot my composition.
As soon as I arrived at school, I heard the teacher say, "Students, we have collected all our exercise books." So I took out my notebook, and just as I was about to give it to the teacher, I found that I didn't write a composition. "God, what should I do? What should I do? " My heart is pounding and sweat is oozing from my forehead. With it, a bad idea popped up in my heart: changing my name. Do you want to change it or not? In order not to be criticized by the teacher, I decided: change! Then I quickly exchanged names with my deskmate. I finally finished it, but I was still afraid of being found by the teacher. I thought to myself: Why don't you take the book back and confess to the teacher! But that bad idea stuck in my mind like a locator, and I finally gave it to the teacher.
As the saying goes, "If you want to be unknown, you must do it yourself." When I got home, I saw my father's gloomy face. I know this matter not only didn't deceive the teacher, but also passed it on to my father through the teacher. My father didn't ask me if I was hungry and wanted to eat as before, but said to me, "opportunistic and deceptive, can you fool others and yourself?" After hearing my father's words, I bowed my head in shame. I finally realized that lying is not only a sign of dishonesty, but also a very stupid behavior.
In the process of growing up, whether you are happy or sad, don't refuse or avoid it. Because mixed tastes are the true meaning of life.
The harvest of growing composition 4 Everyone is growing, and it may slip away quickly and quietly without your knowledge. It doesn't look back, it can't look back. However, it will also give you a gift when it slips away-it may be a worry or a good memory. In memory, every little thing may make you remember deeply, or it may change your life.
When I was six years old, my mother and I washed our hands in the bathroom. My mother suddenly said, "Wash your hands and put them down. It's not that you can't touch the water!" " "Why? The water in the faucet flows downwards, so as long as I aim at the water column of the faucet, I can touch the water and let it go up and down. I don't understand what I want from my mother.
From then on, I understood that my mother wanted me to learn humility. She took great pains to teach me like this. A drop of water can give life a good habit. I don't know if she thinks so, but I really want to thank my mother for giving me another kind of growth.
Life is also growing, and a little bit of life may be a surprise. Think back: Did you miss the joy of growing up?
There are many sweet memories in my growing memory. I used to be a naughty and stubborn child, and now I am a boy in the fourth grade of primary school. Think carefully, in fact, growth has not slipped away, just forgotten, as the teacher said, "growth is like a cup of tea, sometimes bitter, sometimes memorable."
Think again in a hurry: have the growing pains and happiness, those days of giving up, really been lost?
The harvest of growing up composition 5 This semester, our class held a report meeting on the theme of "Wandering in the Kingdom of Chinese Characters". Our whole class took part. Of course, I am no exception.
There are seven people in our group, namely: me, Chen Jialin, Ding Jia, Nie, Zhang and Cao. The name of our group is: typo research group. The team leader and deputy team leader are Chen Jialin and Ding Jia respectively.
When he started searching for information, Nie Yijie took the lead, determined to run a handwritten newspaper, and promised us that he would run a beautiful handwritten newspaper. I couldn't help but spit out my tongue, thinking: it's good to open a printing house at home, so they can have the job of writing newspapers. "Who wants to find a joke with a typo?" Team leader Chen Jialin said. "me!" "Well, this job is given to Geng. Remember, you are looking for a joke with a typo! " I felt flattered after accepting this task. Thought: I must finish it.
When I got home, I threw my schoolbag on the sofa, plunged into the study, turned on the computer and began to look up information. By looking up the information, I know a lot of funny typo jokes. For example, a student loves to write typos and always writes rest as drinking. In his diary, he wrote, "The squad leader instructed us to carry shit. Everyone worked hard and no one dared to take a sip." Later, we were really tired, so we secretly drank behind the monitor. "Once I had dinner with some leaders, I picked up my glass and said loudly," Let's die together! "Once my parents quarreled, my father said angrily," I'll go out. "
After looking up so much information, I can finish the task smoothly.
Through this comprehensive study report, we not only exercised our ability to find information, but also exercised our courage and confidence to step onto the stage.
The Harvest of Growth Composition 6 The Harvest of Growth
Many things happened during my growing up. But there is one thing that has taught me something.
At noon that day, we bought a big music cake for grandpa's birthday. Originally, I wanted to order "music candles", but the adults said, "Forget it, let's start first!" So, you and I eat cake piece by piece.
In the afternoon, my active brother said to my sister and me, "Let's light a musical candle." My sister and I agree. The younger brother secretly took the "music candle" and matches, came to the outdoor space, took out a stick of incense, struck a match, lit the incense, and placed it at the lighting place designated by the "music candle". Bang, a fire came out from the place where the light was lit, and the candle lit. Then, the music that wishes you a happy birthday starts, and we sing and dance. But not long after, my brother saw that the candle was about to burn out, so he took some bamboo filaments to lead the fire of other burning candles to the dying candles. However, due to improper operation, the petals of the flowers were ignited, and in an instant, the whole candle box burned, and the raging fire came with the smell of plastic. After a while, the music stopped and I only heard a bang. I only feel burning pain on my face, so I quickly put my hand over my eyes. Dad heard the sound and rushed out of the living room. When he saw it, it was really dangerous. Hot plastic is less than half a centimeter from my eyes. Dad quickly broke off the plastic by hand, cleaned the wound with cold water, coated it with mercurochrome and put on a band-aid. After a while, I felt less pain.
Hey, today really let me know how serious the consequences of playing with fire are, let me know that playing with fire is very dangerous, and I think it's "worth it".
Growth Composition 7 Harvest In July of 20xx, Xingyue Square will hold the first "Creative Flea Market Culture Festival". My father helped me register online. Fortunately, I really received the invitation.
In order to participate in this activity, I prepared at home for several days, found out all the extracurricular books and childhood toys I read, cleaned them, put a price tag on them, and dressed up beautifully to welcome the new owner.
At 5: 30 pm on July 1, we finally came to the creative flea market in Xingyue Square. In the small space, there are performance stages, food stalls and, of course, our children's flea market stalls. There are babies to eat, drink and play, and cheap prices to choose from. The scene is very lively.
I led my father to find our booth soon, spread a summer mat and let my lovely babies out one by one. However, I found that many people came to see things and few people bought them. How can we help babies find new owners quickly? Just then, I heard the crisp cry of my little sister from the booth next door, "Buy one get one free, come and buy!" " So I shouted like her. It really works. Soon an aunt came to my booth and bought two fairy tale books and a toy gun after some bargaining. I am really happy and sad to see the baby find a new owner.
Unconsciously, two hours passed and the flea market was over. I am so tired that my mouth is thirsty and my legs are numb, but my heart is very happy, because this is the first time I have harvested the fruits with my own labor. When I closed the stall with my father, I gave him the ten dollars I earned in the afternoon. "Dad, I can finally appreciate the hard work you usually do, and I will honor you with my first income." Dad smiled and nodded, touched my little head and said, "I am middle school and sensible!" " "
The harvest of growing up composition 8 There are many things in my life that have inspired me, but what impressed me the most is the music exam-the first semester music exam in grade four.
When I heard about the music exam, I was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. That's it. I got into the top five and didn't practice much. What should I do? The song I chose is one of the "great songs"! I sang the hardest part, and this time it's over!
I still have an exam, but I'm very, very nervous! It's not my turn yet. Remember the lyrics and recite the music now. Is it really my turn? The teacher told me with a murderous look that it was real (steamed), not cooked. I took a deep breath, took off my glasses and strode onto the platform, ready to sing.
The music is playing. I must keep up with the rhythm, or the teacher will call me down at once. I calmed down and listened to the music carefully. I was just about to sing. I swallowed and opened my mouth. I sing to the music. I found my voice pouring out of my throat. I don't know if I sing well, but from the eyes of teachers and classmates, I know that I probably sing well. So I confidently let go of my voice and sang loudly. After singing, there was a warm voice of support in my ear. I returned to my seat with support. I suddenly found that my nervousness disappeared.
When I got home, I began to meditate: wasn't I very nervous at first? Why didn't you get nervous later? Oh! I see! I am slowly overcoming my nervousness. I also understand a truth: overcome nervousness, otherwise even simple things can't be done well.
Growth composition 9 the harvest of time flies. In a blink of an eye, I have spent four years in primary school. In the past four years, there have been sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, and there have been gains again and again. Now, let me talk about the harvest of this growth!
In the first grade, our little bean bag especially wanted to wear a red scarf to school like big brother and big sister. Finally one day, I couldn't help asking the teacher, "When can I wear a red scarf?" The teacher smiled and said, "When you join the team!" Hey, but when can we join the team? In our calculation day by day, we finally waited for the day to join the team! I got up early and waited for the moment when we joined the team! Yes, we are on the team! We shouted loudly, so happy! The red scarf on my chest always reminds me that only by studying hard, making progress every day, mastering cultural knowledge and improving moral cultivation can I become a useful person to society.
At the end of the second year, we asked our teacher, "Can we run for the Youth League Committee next year?" The teacher said, "Yes". Time flies to the third grade. We are middle-grade students and can run for the Youth League Committee. So, I started careful preparation and finally got what I wanted through my own efforts. I used to think that being a team leader is awesome, and I can check and supervise others every day. But when I became a team leader, I found that being a team leader is not only awesome, but also a responsibility. This may be the harvest of growth! The three bars on my shoulders always remind me that I am an outstanding representative among the students. I must first be strict with myself in order to be an example to other students and a good assistant to the teacher.
I am growing every day, and I have different gains every day. Through these little things, I understand a truth: growth requires hard work and sweat, but at the same time I have gained happiness and joy!
The harvest of growing up composition 10 In a blink of an eye, I grew from an ignorant child to a third-grade pupil. I am so happy that I don't know how to describe it, because upgrading means that I have grown up, and I have gained a lot in the process of growing up.
I began to learn drum set and painting at the age of five. From the beginning, she was "forced" by her mother to practice drums for two hours every day. Later, she gradually fell in love with playing drum sets, the super rhythm of drums, and the hearty drums. Sometimes when my friends are playing downstairs, I feel itchy and want to play with them, but I still have to play drums. Sometimes I lose my temper and want to give up, but my mother always says, "Stick to everything, or you will accomplish nothing." Whether it's windy or rainy, whether it's hot or cold, my mother insists on sending me to class. It is because of my hard work and hard practice that I have gained a lot and made some achievements. Last summer vacation, I got the third-class certificate of drum set with excellent results. Now, I am nervously preparing for the CET-6. Painting is no exception. Apart from the previous awards, what makes me happy is that I participated in the science fiction painting competition this semester and won the first prize in Hantai District. The most important thing is that my work "Smog Treatment Machine" was exhibited in the school, and my classmates praised me one after another. My heart is as sweet as honey.
When I was in Grade One, I began to practice calligraphy. From the boring strokes at the beginning to the fascinating regular script and interesting official script, it is my homework that I keep practicing every day. The five-level certificate of soft pen calligraphy is the best report card for me to keep practicing calligraphy every day.
Every day, we will grow up, and every year, we will grow taller. Being able to grow is not only physical growth, we will encounter setbacks in the process of growth, but as long as we work hard and persist, we will certainly make progress and grow!